Novelas y relatos de Isabelle

“No! There's no way Master David would intentionally hurt that many people! It's because Lord Hilbert refused to cooperate with him!” Isabelle denied. Her voice suddenly rose, making me jump. She seemed so unhappy to hear me casually mention David's faults. Her calm demeanor went nowhere, replaced by her emotionally explaining various alibis to make me believe her. After her unstable emotions receded, she was finally able to look calmer. I waited until he could reveal everything. Because I'm dying of insanity waiting here.

I was looking for Annalise, with all her quirks and fire and infectious laughter. “I appreciate the offer, Anne,” I said, gently pulling away. “But I’m perfectly content with a little… quirkiness in my life.” A slow smile spread across my face, genuine and unwavering. Isabella’s carefully constructed facade faltered for a moment, a flicker of genuine surprise flitting across her eyes. Then, with a toss of her head and a haughty laugh, she sashayed away, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her perfume and the weight of her unspoken challenge.

Now, despite being only in her 20s, Isabelle had earned her place as one of the Robertson family's three prodigies through the lethal power of Awakened Reaper's Wrath. Isabelle had an eccentric personality. She was unpredictable and impossible to read. Normally, she would barely acknowledge even the Robertson family patriarch. Only toward Mikayla did she show real respect. Without Mikayla's restraining influence, the aura surrounding Isabelle grew increasingly violent. It was hard to imagine that such a delicate, doll-like girl could be so ruthless in combat. Purple energy swirled around her like

“Just like I was. We both had reasons.” Gabriel’s eyes narrowed. “What reasons?” Isabelle looked at me. I nodded. “I’m gay,” she said simply. “Have been my whole life. The marriage gave me cover.” Liliana’s hand went to her mouth. Gabriel stared at his daughter like he’d never seen her before. “You’re…” “Gay. Yes.” Isabelle lifted her chin. “Surprise.” The silence was deafening. “Both my daughter and my brother,” Gabriel finally said. “Both gay. Both lying to me for years.”

Lisa added as she rubbed Isabelle's tummy with the tips of her fingers. "Fine," Isabelle agreed. "Just one hour and I am going home." "Fine with me." Lisa shrieked with excitement. ***** "Hi guys, this is Isabelle, my best friend." Lisa enthusiastically introduced Isabelle to her other friends when they got to the after party. "Isabelle, this is Mark, Jane, Joseph and that is Chris my editor and Fina also my editor, and a lot more other people," she laughed while waving her hand around and everyone else joined in.

Isabella tilted her head, her eyes now narrowing with a smirk. “Nice?” she echoed, “I don't get… Or wait... are you Jesus Christ now?” Isla let out a quiet, unfazed chuckle and nodded gently. “Uhm… No,” she corrected in the same tone. “I’m the woman who owns this chessboard.” Those words made Isabella go momentarily silent. Right after then, Isla started to move even closer until she was just a few inches away from the other lady’s chair, and then, from the fold of her coat, she pulled out a slim envelope.

Her eyes locked on Isabella like a wolf spotting a bleeding doe. “Well, well,” Ma Hilda said, stepping fully into the room. “Six years. I was beginning to think you’d vanished for good.” Isabella didn’t even flinch. She simply met her gaze. “Hello, ma’am.” “I see nothing has changed,” Macy said, crossing her arms. “Still clinging to Xavier when he’s vulnerable.” Camille’s nostrils flared. “Back off.” “No,” Isabella said calmly, placing a hand on Camille’s arm. “Let them speak.”

Both were a bad combination to have your troubles come from. "Both the code read one name— Revaan," Isabelle replied. "Who's that?" Aiden asked. Isabelle looked slightly uncomfortable at the question, but she answered after a short pause. "Revaan Gilgad is the name of my biological mother.” I stiffened. Aiden shot me a look as well. This was a new revelation to us. "Is she the one who did this?" I asked. "No," Isabelle answered. "I'm an orphan, remember?

“Care to share? I have been looking for some action for a while now. Life is getting boring.” “Brent!” A female voice sounded too sweet behind him. Everyone turned to look at this perfect barbie walking up to us. At least six feet tall, thin layer of muscle over her bones, with obviously fake boobs that didn’t move an inch. Her hair was bleached blonde, perfect curls and pouty red lips. “Getting into trouble?” Her eyes locked with Cade and Maddox before landing on me. “Everyone, this is my mate, Isabelle.” She held out her hand to Cade and then to Maddox. “Thank you for having us this weekend. It’s nice to see friends again.” She finally held out her hand to m

The friend she had mourned, the friend she had failed. She crossed the room and knelt before the sofa, her knees pressing into the soft wool of the rug. Isaac stirred, lifting his golden eyes to study her face. He did not seem afraid anymore. Only curious. "Hey, Isaac," Ysabella said softly, a smile trembling on her lips. "Did you know that I have a daughter? Her name is Aileen. She is almost exactly your age. I have a feeling you would love to meet her. She is very bossy, just like her mother."